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||| Katarou Unishi |||
#Name ; Katarou Unishi
#Age ; Fifteen
#Gender ; Male
#Sexuality ; Undetermined
#D.O.B. ; November 26, 1989
#Occupation ; Student / Café Barista
#Year and class ; 1-B
#Height ; 4'10
#Weight ; 126 lbs.
#Physique ; Thin and slightly toned.
#Hair color and style ; Honeyed blonde. Kept so long that a small amount spills down in shimmery waves when not held back by a hair tie.
#Eye color ; Grey-Blue
#Clothing styles ; In School: Traditional school uniform with the exclusion of a tie. He usually leaves his blazer unbuttoned.
Out of School: He usually wears a plethora of collarless, plainly colored shirts along with darkly colored jeans. Occasionally, in the colder months, he wears a grey pea-coat.
#Personality ;
Katarou Unishi was a person as unique as the next, holding both his own differences from others, along with the similarities that hold so many people together. So, possibly, one could describe him to be 'generically unique'. This term would make the most sense.
In terms of how he acted, Unishi had always been a bit slow to open up. He never acted too distant or quiet, excluding certain times when he felt a bit of melancholy creeping through the distant mists of a morning mind. In fact, he got along well with others quite often. There was hardly ever a shortage of people to talk to about mundane topics, but that was only as deep as it got.
Out of school, Unishi's social life was nearly nonexistent. Because of his lack of actual 'friends' as others seemed to have, he never really did anything outside of school. Of course, there'd be a few encounters with people he knew while he was shopping, but even those were short and somewhat awkward. This was the kind of thing he grew used to, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't wish for something more.
Because of his lack of 'friends', he never really got to talk deeply about his feelings. If it ever got particularly bad, he could always go to his parents, but that rarely happened. This didn't really result in anything, other than Unishi becoming a slightly more conserved individual.
Katarou never knew what he was like when he opened up to someone because, in truth, he never had opened up to anyone. He'd always fantasized about it, always seen it as such a poetic thing. To think that, on a day overshadowed with rain, he'd sit under the partial cover of a tree. He'd lie down, disregarding the damp soil, and simply stare at the branches. He'd recoil as occasional pellets of rain collected and fell down on him, and, at some point he'd begin to silently cry. At some point, without him knowing, a few tears would streak across his cheeks, and he'd let them. And then, perhaps someone, maybe a friend, maybe a lover, would speak from behind him, looking out into the rain. Perhaps they'd say, "I won't try to help, because I know I can't, but if you need me, I'm here." And then he might slowly get up, and, without saying anything or brushing the dirt from his back, he'd run up to them and pull them into an embrace from behind and begin to sob.
For some reason, he always thought that a moment like that was too romanticized to hope for.
In terms of love, Katarou had always seen it as this 'adult' thing. Something to be anticipated for when he was older. Something that he believed was not possible to grasp. Not yet, at least. Perhaps this was what led to the 'confusion' in his sexuality. As years were lived, Katarou realized that he never longed for someone. Never desired them, nor found anyone to be attractive. Or perhaps he did. This emotion, this 'attraction' was an odd thing to him. He was never really sure what it felt like, never really knew what it was. At points, this fact annoyed him to no end, and he wished that he could at least know what it brought.
In terms of interests, Katarou had always adored music. He never really felt a reason to explain it, nor had a need to. It had always just been there, circling around in his head, and he never questioned why it had become such an integral part of his life.
And that was it for Katarou Unishi. He was a person like the next, both different and similar to others. It was only on his part that he became who he was, and his future would be up to him as well. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, he could not yet tell.
#History ;
Born to a middle class family in a middle class town, Katarou Unishi lived a life in Hikarizaka. His father a novelist and his mother a nursing officer, there was never any need for change. Mostly, the only difference in his overall life was the school he went to. Even then, the transition from school to school was usually the normal for everyone else.
Unishi never knew any other relatives. He was told multiple times that both sides of his family didn't approve of his parents' relationship and that they had eloped when they were young, out of love. (An idea that made Unishi's heart feel warm, but also made him question how one could feel strongly enough for one person to abandon the ones who raised you.)
Katarou made friends and lost them as frequently as any other child did. It was only until his seventh year of preliminaries that the losing stopped and he began to walk the line of acquaintance and stranger with everyone he met.
There were moments in Unishi's life that were as poetic as he had hoped. Things like the town being cast in moonlight, and he, out for a run, stopped, sat, and listened to the world around him. But every time a momentary as such occurred, he was alone. Not alone in the fact that he felt lonely, only alone in that he couldn't share such a moment with someone else. He would be unable to get closer to another through the experience.
An escape from the normality was found only by two ways. At some point in his life, Unishi's parents put him in self-defense classes, mainly TaeKwonDo. He never felt a need to attend but did so anyway for many years of his life. To also find solace in normality, Unishi picked up the ways of the piano. Whatever he learned, however, was only self taught, so he never particularly excelled with it.
The only real change in his life was when he was accepted into Hikarizaka Private High School. His grades had been mediocre up to such a point, and would stay the same throughout his high school career unless another force acted upon them. In fact, the only real change when he was accepted into the school was that many of his previous classmates didn't go to the same school. This was mainly because the school was on the other side of town from where he lived. A new school and a new slate, something he'd yet to experience. He'd live in the dorms from there on out, which gave him more freedom. The only catch was that he'd have to get a job to help pay for the school. The answer to this was a small café Unishi had found in the square of the town closest to the school.
And so it was that Katarou lived an uneventful life, despite his own desires. Though, he supposed he was alright with it. Perhaps the new school would bring more adventure and friendships to him, perhaps it would not. More than anything, Unishi was curious as to what the future held.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Last
#Age (optional) ; Fifteen
#Gender (optional) ; Male
#Ever roleplayed before? ; Yes.
#Other Characters (if any) ; None, not anymore.
#Seen the anime/played the visual novel? ; Both. (Clannad, coming to a steam near you.)
#How did you find us? ; I don't remember.
#Sample Writing ;
He looked towards the mull of students moving against the fall of cherry blossoms, a sickly sweet scent reaching him. Off to the side, out of the way, he stood at the soft beginnings of the long, uphill slope to school. Blazer hanging loosely around him, his right arm dangling to his side, his left arm holding a new briefcase, he watched as a plethora of peoples began the walk. Watched as their personalities climbed the hill. He wouldn't go just yet, not until it cleared anyway.
At the side of the path, he heard clips of conversations. Some friends passed by him in a group, talking about a new game about to release. Another, farther group spoke about musical favorites, and what seemed to be a couple said nothing as they began the walk, hand in hand. Through all this, he stood awkwardly to the side, alone by intention and different through desire. He was avoiding this type of talk, he was too tired to make a good first impression.
As the crowd slowly thinned and the rays of the sun began to heat up the area, he finally decided to make the walk. At this point, the crowd was hardly smaller than it was at the start, but he'd gotten bored of waiting.
As he began to walk, a numberless amount of blossoms falling around him, he felt an unintentional smirk creep onto his face. He was relaxed, in this mix of things, and the morning had gone well. He had no reason to be upset. So, as he neared the gates to the school, he felt the grin form.
It was then, as he finally reached the edge of the pathway that was cradled in cherry blossoms, that he stopped and watched as a single blossom, caught by air, twisted towards him, a fading catch of sun dimming away on it. As it neared him, his smile faltered, the faded coral petal circling in the air. It was then that, reaching out, he grabbed the blossom and watched as it lost all light in the palm of his hand.
